Stained breaths punctuated the ends of our sentences while echoed teardrops dripped down our mirror bodies. I opened the kitchen window...

I don't understand Why little children cry at playgrounds Why their small fists, the size of small rocks clench in childish frustration....

grave dirt eyes awake ichor lips stealing breath from the mouth of a skull BIOGRAPHY: Dane Lyn (they/them) is an educator, poet, and...

I went to see Der Rosenkavalier’s soprano sitting with the other cast for whom I would never withhold due cheers. But my enthusiasm...

love your smooth skin, your rounded belly, wonky smile and crazy curls. you’ll never be as beautiful again although you do not know it...

No. No. Why are you talking like that? My childhood wasn’t a boring one. It had animals, still alive in my memories, in perfect order....

I tap my patella and scratch the embryo of a hole in the right knee of faded grey jeans, the way I'd gingerly rip my skin off if it...

The final straw Before an outburst Of emotion. A cathartic Moment in time. Environmental protection - An urgent issue That citizens and...

If you look to your left, there’s a soul Huddling under the blanket of its Civil War- Abandoned cramps of silence rolling Side to side...

I wake up in a room full of doors, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, nothing but doors, and no handle on a single one of them. This isn’t...

It is difficult to believe that there was a time when people saw constellations in the sky. Our feeble attempts to replicate the glory of...

We don’t fall, we learn and grow: there is beauty in mistakes we make and light in sadness. We build a wall around our glow, and sleep to...

Half frame disposable, colour A deer Center frame Blue ink on the back reading New Hampshire 92’ - Poorly compressed .JPG He wears a...

Eight inch statue in a plexiglass case Set in a recess near the elevators of what could be a bank or oil and gas building A pig painted...

Does hope now remain in the air between trees? When the world only cares about that which it sees. As our skies Slowly die Do the rich...

This is my last letter to you. You are always curled up in my crumbled heart. Like a mystic moon, like a wingless angel, you are always...